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[Who:] Severus Snape, possibly Ana Lewis, open to Jack Harkness and others.
[What:] Collection from the hospital.
[When:] Shortly after Severus' communication.
[Where:] Outside of the hospital.
[Warnings:] None as yet.
Severus Snape paced outside the entrance to the hospital, casting glance back now and again toward the doors as though half-expecting to see someone walk through them. Lily, of course. Always Lily. Perhaps she would change her mind, come out, ask him to come back inside and talk. Perhaps she'd remember how she was his friend. Best friend. If he had thought of anyone else in this way, he would have loathed himself, admonished himself for behaving like a lovesick puppy. But it was Lily. Lily was here, Lily was just inside those doors, and Lily had turned him away.
When he wasn't looking reproachfully at the building, hoping Lily was at least watching him from a window, hoping she felt some sort of compassion for the situation in which he now found himself, he was turning his attention back to the car park, searching for the woman who had contacted him. One hand held the communications device, but while the other rested atop it, his fingers weren't touching the keys. They brushed against the handle of his wand, ready to draw it from his sleeve in a heartbeat. Just in case anyone got any bright ideas. The hospital was apparently neutral ground, but he wouldn't put it past someone to try and take a potshot at him just for a lark.
Seven years at Hogwarts had taught him all he needed to know about that sort of thing.
[What:] Collection from the hospital.
[When:] Shortly after Severus' communication.
[Where:] Outside of the hospital.
[Warnings:] None as yet.
Severus Snape paced outside the entrance to the hospital, casting glance back now and again toward the doors as though half-expecting to see someone walk through them. Lily, of course. Always Lily. Perhaps she would change her mind, come out, ask him to come back inside and talk. Perhaps she'd remember how she was his friend. Best friend. If he had thought of anyone else in this way, he would have loathed himself, admonished himself for behaving like a lovesick puppy. But it was Lily. Lily was here, Lily was just inside those doors, and Lily had turned him away.
When he wasn't looking reproachfully at the building, hoping Lily was at least watching him from a window, hoping she felt some sort of compassion for the situation in which he now found himself, he was turning his attention back to the car park, searching for the woman who had contacted him. One hand held the communications device, but while the other rested atop it, his fingers weren't touching the keys. They brushed against the handle of his wand, ready to draw it from his sleeve in a heartbeat. Just in case anyone got any bright ideas. The hospital was apparently neutral ground, but he wouldn't put it past someone to try and take a potshot at him just for a lark.
Seven years at Hogwarts had taught him all he needed to know about that sort of thing.